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She sighed, smiling up at him. “I’d be willing to bet that by our nice spring thaw, I’m going to look like a basketball in front.”

“Oooh,” he remarked dryly. “I love women who look like basketballs in front!”

She stopped by his car and kissed him softly. “I’ll do my best to cooperate.”

He gave her a wicked grin. “I’m counting on it. After the ceremony,” he added with a chuckle.

“Really?”

“Really. We’re going to go the conventional route.”

“But we haven’t. You didn’t propose . . .”

He was down on one knee in the snow, holding her hand to his lips. “Please say you’ll marry me so I won’t be frozen to the ground here.”

She burst out laughing. He was going to be so much fun to be married to! “I will, I will!” she promised. “Please get up before you catch a cold!”

“You wanted conventional, honey.”

“So I did.” She beamed up at him.

* * *

They were married and they returned to her house, in a wild and feverish sprawl that almost landed them on the floor and did result in a slight tear in Annalisa’s nice wedding suit as they struggled out of too-tight clothing in her bedroom.

“I was worried, that it might hurt,” she tried to explain, but she was in such a rage of hunger that she didn’t think she could even feel pain as his mouth went all over her, tracing and touching and nibbling.

“Oh, it won’t hurt,” he promised huskily. “And even if it did, you wouldn’t notice or care by the time we get that far!”

He touched her in places and ways that she’d never dreamed of being touched, and his mouth followed his hands. But by the time he eased over her, and into her, she was pulling at him with both hands and almost begging for more than hot kisses and even more intimate ways of touching.

“Impatient, that’s what you are,” he accused, chuckling, but he was shivering with his own need. He went into her with one stark push and she gasped and looked into his eyes as she shuddered with pleasure. Her eyes were blank with it, her breathing quick and rough. Sounds came out of her throat that didn’t sound human as he took her quickly up the ladder of pleasure right into the highest clouds. It was so intense that she wept, sobbing against his mouth as she shivered and shivered in completion. His pleasure came more slowly, but he grasped the pillow on both sides of her head and groaned harshly as it lifted him over her in an agonized arch. He opened his eyes and saw her watching him and his teeth clenched as the desire ratcheted up another whole degree and he actually cried out as he convulsed with the most intense physical fulfillment he’d ever had in his life.

She lay under him afterwards, holding him, feeling the weight of his heavy, damp body.

“No,” she protested when he started to lift away. “Please don’t. I like to feel your weight on me. I like to feel you . . . in me,” she whispered huskily.

He shuddered and she felt him swell. He lifted his head and looked down into her surprised face. He moved, very slowly, and she gasped. She was so sensitized that it only took three lazy thrusts to put her right back up where she’d been, shuddering with delight as her own body convulsed.

He brushed his mouth over hers and suddenly brought it down hard as he pushed and pushed, swelling even more in the soft silkiness of her, his big body shivering, as hers had, when he let go and felt the ecstasy take him. He groaned as if he were being tortured. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost pain. He groaned again as he reached a new high and finally collapsed again on her sated body.

She wrapped herself around him, kissing his throat, his cheek, his jaw. “I love you so much,” she choked. “I thought I’d die when you walked away, at the airport.”

“I thought I would, too,” he confessed. He rolled over, taking her with him. They were both covered in cold sweat, faintly shivering together in the aftermath.

“I’ve never felt anything like this, ever,” he managed.

“Neither have I,” she murmured, her face nuzzling his.

“Yes, but you were a virgin.” He chuckled.

She hit him.

“It was before I met you,” he reminded her. “There hasn’t been anybody in a long time. And there will never be anybody again.”

“Women talk, you know,” she mused. “Most of them said it hurt, the first time.”

He laughed softly. “You were so hungry for me that you didn’t notice it, you mean,” he replied. “I never dreamed that two people could give each other so much pleasure.”

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